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I recently spent a FEW hours at John K. King Used & Books in Detroit, MI that had over a million used books packed within 5 stories. I acted like a character from Fahrenheit 451… hoarding and coveting stacks of books as if they’d soon cease to exist. Many of them had dedications on the front page, corners folded, library cards with the name and date of its’ last owner. It was all so exciting and nostalgic and a bit tragic. I didn’t take photos, but came across this post from the NYTimes and Kerry Mansfield's Expired series that captures the spirit of what I recently felt.

Kerry Mansfield’s “Expired” is a series whose substance is the physicality of discarded and withdrawn library books. She brings the lens in close, showing worn edges and torn covers and photographing the ephemera of the library experience.

Some artwork of Etel Adnan, a 90 year-old Lebanese-American poet, essayist and visual artist. She’s arguably the most important Arab American writing today. “Abstract art was the equivalent of poetic expression; I didn’t need to use words, but colors and lines. I didn’t need to belong to a
language-oriented culture but to an open form of expression.”

Was playing around art.sy yesterday and found an Israeli artist Guy Yanai, who I kind of fell in love with. I feel both drawn and delighted by his bright, abstract geometric paintings of mundane, industrial things. And he has a tumblr: http://guyyanai.tumblr.com/

The plaster painted color form project was designed and manufactured in 1996-97 at David Higginbotham’s Canal
St. studio in NYC. These simple geometric shapes are made from
individual cardboard molds, hand painted with pigment inks and designed
to be used as modular sculptures.

I think these “written letter helpers” from Opening Ceremony in collaboration with Derek Blasberg are amazing, a commentary on the email takeover and our lack of ability to put pen to paper. There are 8 fill-in-the-blank Futura letters for you to fill-in-the-blank: True Love, Thinking of You, Happy Anniversary, Happy Birthday, Thank You, Let’s Celebrate, Congratulations and It’s Baby Time.

They remind me of those mad-lib letters my parents got me in summer camp so I was able to articulate an update for them. <3 great gift idea Buy here

I must exact a cruel promise and that is you will let me go in a year if we find no happiness together.

The two married that afternoon. Putnam had proposed six times before Earhart finally said her highly conditional “yes.” She kept her last name and refused to be called Mrs. Putnam, even against The New York Times’ insistence. They remained together until Earhart’s tragic disappearance in 1937.